A Pair of Bridal Sluts (Camp Slut Series- Chapter 10)

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and fantasy. Any resemblance to real persons, places, or events is coincidental. This story is not intended to be an accurate reflection of any particular lifestyle.

A Pair of Bridal Sluts (Camp Slut Series- Chapter 10)

It was another two months after Arnold and Felicia first stopped by the house before the wedding took place. Gail still was not pregnant, and we were starting to get a bit worried about it. The Jeffries did not seem concerned, and they tried their best to reassure us that things would work out fine. Felicia, on the other hand, had missed both periods since their visit and was just waiting on the blood test to come back for confirmation. I wasn’t sure how I felt about the possibility of being the biological father to my bride’s sibling. I tried not to think too hard about it, visions of family trees looking like chain-link fences drifting up when I did. Gail seemed happy for her parents, though, and the Jeffries definitely didn’t seem to mind.
Other than picking bridesmaids and groomsmen, and some design choices for both Gail’s and Mike’s “wedding collars”, the three of us were kept completely in the dark about the details of the wedding. Steve and Tim both immediately said yes when I asked them to stand up with me, not even grumbling about Mike being my best man. They both ribbed him a bit about our new living arrangement, but it was good natured and they accepted his status, even taking advantage when they came over. I may still not have been comfortable fucking Mike, but his ass got filled and stretched regularly by Tim.
Gail’s bridesmaid choices were another story. Dana had been asked, and she had readily accepted. After a chat with Felicia, though, she was “disqualified” because of her own recent pregnancy. My bride-to-be had to settle for her sister, Elizabeth, and two classmates I had not met. Gail was a little put out, but her parents assured her everything would be fine.
I admired Gail’s utter trust in her parents, having watched more than one “bridezilla” on late night cable. At least watching them was better than the three-hundred channels of infomercials. As the blessed day approached, my nerves started to get the best of me, and I tried getting hints and peeks of the preparations. I had worked at some facilities with serious security requirements, and even the government ones could have taken lessons from the Jeffries family. It seemed like they would know what my plan was before I did.
Arnold had come by the night before the wedding and taken Gail with him. “She needs time to be prepared,” he said. We also fitted Mike with his new collar- an almost masculine looking choker necklace with onyx insets- and matching chastity device. He wasn’t thrilled with his cock getting locked up, but obeyed like the good little boi slut he was. The clasp on the collar was interesting, looking like a simple rod inserted to a cylinder, but when seated, a faint ‘click’ indicated it was closed. It was secure.
“How does this come undone?” I asked Arnold.
He smiled and said, “It is controlled by an RFID that I’ve installed into your wedding ring. Gail’s will be the same. Short of using a blowtorch, only your hand- or at least whosever hand wears the ring- will be able to open either collar, any of the cuffs, or the chastity devices I’ve had made for both of them.”
I could not hide my surprise as I looked down at Mike’s entrapped cock, noticing the lack of a padlock or keyhole. “I’m impressed, Arnold, and I don’t impress easily when it comes to tech.”
The look that crossed the features of my soon-to-be father-in-law was just enough to make me worry. “Just wait until tomorrow, son.” He left leaving his words to hang in the air.
I woke up the morning of the wedding, horny, nervous, and knowing nothing more about the ceremony than that it was happening later that day. I made my way downstairs to the kitchen, finding breakfast laid out, coffee hot and poured, my tablet sitting next to my plate, and Mike kneeling by my chair. I looked at him questioningly as I took a seat, and he blushed.
“Since it’s such a special day, Master, I thought I would act appropriately,” he said, quietly.
I took a bite and looked down at him as I chewed. “You know that I can’t take that off of you yet, right?”
He nodded, still keeping his eyes down. “Yes, Master. That doesn’t matter at the moment. Today is for Gail and You.”
I chuckled, scruffed his hair, and set in on my breakfast, paging through the news. When I finished eating, I sat back and spread my legs. Mike blushed but kept his distance.
“Master Arnold said you were not allowed relief until after the ceremony, Master. Remember?”
Well, fuck. I remembered him saying that as we fitted Mike’s cocktrap. He even offered to put on one me until the start of the ceremony. I declined, of course, citing that I could manage. I sighed in frustration, my erection seeming to pulse in anger at being ignored. “Fine. I’m going to hit the shower. Lay out our outfits for the wedding. I’ll call the Jeffries for our ride once we’re dressed.” I heard him mumble something as I headed back upstairs to clean up.
The hot water felt great as I washed. I indulged and stroked myself slowly, imagining both of my sluts kneeling in front of me, waiting. I edged, but stopped before letting myself cum. How could I punish them for losing control if I didn’t keep it myself? I finished showering quickly, feeling a bit grumpy at my frustration. As I stepped out into the bedroom, still drying my hair, I noticed the bed was made, but empty.
“Mike?” I called. “I thought I told you to lay out our outfits for today.” It was unlike him to be this blatant about disobeying me.
He padded in, still wearing nothing but his collar and cage. “Master, the boxes and bags that were sent over were all empty. All I could find was a note stating that we were only to wear the contents of the boxes. He held out the note.
I snatched it, reading it twice to make sure I could not find some other, hidden meaning. Well, double fuck. I’ll be standing in front of the Gods know how many people that I don’t know wearing nothing but a smile. At least I didn’t have to worry about facing any of my family. Strangers and friends are one thing.